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#13221661 May 01, 2017 at 01:50 PM
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On the desk of the Cardinal lies a pristine journal, its cover kept clean from being in a protected location. Its pages that traditional brownish yellow hue, black ink scrawled upon it offering its secrets. A gentle hum would grace the ears if one approached it, and would remained sealed without the proper know how on what it takes to open it. A curious thing, full of tales and mystery. Of confession and the ramblings speaking of animosity aimed at many. Yet, also it detailed love and loss.


Through the Light and the grace of Belore, we soar ever higher.
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#13227972 May 04, 2017 at 02:46 PM
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May 3rd

So much has transpired since my arrival into the Remnant's fold. So much in such a little time would leave any lesser man spinning in the wake of his own aspirations. First I found my dear friend, Eirianwen, was more than accepting of me into her Order. She even found it such a wanting thing to allow me in without a second thought or even a condition. Of course I offered her my experience, both out of battle and when it comes to the art of leading. She is...Well, she is capable though she does not fully realize it just yet. Her emotions seem to be prone to clouding his judgement in the face of adversity. Especially in a simple spar, she let her anger guide her blade. Which, in some cases has proved to be an excellent tool for battle against the Legion. But, thankfully for them all, I am not of the Legion. Perhaps she learned that lesson at the least when we fought. She will have to learn to evaluate and adapt to the situation at hand when not fighting demons or her fellow Mynydd. Let us hope I spelled that right, bloody gibberish.

Most of my initial days were spent to aiding her in small ways, even going so far as to pass on my personal tome I've constructed over the centuries to aid in my own path. But, now it is hers and it shall serve her well in all aspects. Hopefully I will not miss it in sermons, for I might be doing many of those in the days to come as well. After Cardinal Adamant and I spoke for a few nights he decided I was a good fit to take the Diocese of Quel'thalas under my caring gaze. I will ensure my people, fallen as they may be, will be adequately cared for in the arms of the church up there. While this required me to step down a level and consolidate my land's church into that of Quel'thalas' I have no ill feelings toward it. It is one more step on the path the Light has chosen for me.

The final thing of note does not concern the Remnant, but documenting it is something I truly need to do at this juncture. An old entity enemy has shown his vile face once more with intent to snuff out the dying sparks of my trusted friends within the Perennial Armament. This thing that only has a simple name we know him by, Longshadow, will be dealt with accordingly through the combined efforts of all those that were once involved in the preludes of our disillusion with the Armament. I dedicated my aide personally, as well as a decent compliment of my land's forces to aid in the defense of Silverpoint, their home. As well as secured my son and a sizable source from his benefactor. The dominoes line up now, it all is up to how they fall in the coming months whether or not I shall live to see the light at the end of this tunnel. Only time will tell.

Through the Light and the grace of Belore, we soar ever higher.
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#13398709 Aug 16, 2017 at 12:52 PM
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August 16th,

Eirianwen thought it'd be a good idea to write my thoughts down again. Though, admittedly, I despise it with every ounce of my being. It's nothing about the act itself, it's the fact that it allows my thoughts to exist outside of my own mind. Though, perhaps if I let Eirianwen read this it will help her understand what goes on inside my head at all times. So I will attempt to write everything as it hits my mind.


What is that Embershield planning with my son. Damned fool needs to come back home before he's an actual hostage, not just a threat of being one.

The Crusade happened and succeeded last night- well, two nights ago technically seeing it is past the midnight hour. I had expected far much more resistance. The deafening sound of armor breaking and swords clashing. People dying. But the only to be assaulted were the shadow amalgamations the proud Void “Cuntmuffin” produced. We dispatched them easily enough once I ordered the others with the capability to target them, to do so.

It was too easy, easier than it should have been at least. Perhaps I was right in my insult the night prior to the assault. That this band of misfits, the Void ones not the Remnants, was nothing in comparison to my trials on Everlast and later Pandaria. Dealing with the some remaining echoes of Y’shaarj.


Light above she's beautiful when she fights though. The power behind each swing, the fire in her eyes as she lands her blow. I'd beg to see that everyday if it weren't for the risk required.

Poor Keromin though. Poor pup was thrown into the ground head first, Light be praised that he's a Worgen. Just this time I praise the Light for his affliction.

There's not much left to be said on the matter of the Crusade. It is over now and everyone licks their wounds, including my beloved and myself. Tomorrow I will look into what I can do for my own Diocese. I fear it will be a forever uphill battle with the fragmentation of my people religiously.

We have the Lady Sunwhisper and her Orthodox Church in her lands. Then there's the splinter group that was fostered by inaction and vacancy of an Elven bishop for so long. The Diocese of Quel’danas they call it. What it is, is a source of division as the children that cling to it grasp for power they cannot yet handle, nor will they ever be ready for. They claim their noble birthright and blood, but yet none of their ilk carry themselves as one of our kind would. They slouch, they forget the finer points of life. I bet they don't even switch their forks to their dominant hands to take their bites of meat.

The rifts will need to be healed, though I fear the only healing to be done that can happen will be a few stitches long needed. This is no longer about my aspirations, it is about securing my name and being able to provide for the family Eirianwen and I shall build one day. She deserves the world, and I shall give it to her on a golden tray. That is, if she wanted such a thing.

Love is an odd thing really. I would kill anyone to see her happy, to see her truly sufficed. And yet, I need not even pull my blade from its scabbard to do so.


[b]I wonder where Dathro’serian is tonight. Acherus? No matter, I will have my eyes report and I shall send him word of the engagement. A small gift as well perhaps. Maybe one of his mother’s old daggers. Light knows I need to finally move on.
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I don't even remember my original point in writing this anymore. Though I suppose one might argue that it is simply for the sake of writing down my thoughts. Just so they do not devour my mind.


There are many things I must do, consider and act upon. Argus is in the sky. Another Crusade to call, of course. I will speak to the Cardinal on what approach we will take when the time is right. Perhaps he will let me continue in my service and lead the military action to Argus. Though that would undermine Eirianwen, despite her trust in my capability I do not want to make her seem incapable. If there's anyone on this world I count as a near equal to my martial mind it would be Eirianwen.

No one else still living has shown themselves to be truly noteworthy in their accomplishments. From what I have seen, heard from trusted mouths and received by way of after action report. Most in immediate company have a questionable talent at best. Perhaps in time I will reform their undisciplined minds and bodies. Correct behaviors. These are thoughts for another time and I have prattled on for long enough.
Through the Light and the grace of Belore, we soar ever higher.
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